Philip was ready to fight at five. They collected him at seven. Speeches were underway by eight. At ten the fight almost started but Sean demanded payment. Philip air punched, speeches continued, payment was arranged.
Eventually, at one, gloves were donned. One pair of balloons and the other, thin and hard. Both fighters protested, wanting to withdraw. Another pair of thin hard ones were found. Someone pulled the speaker from the ring as the fighters entered. As each round ended, a speaker rose taking advantage of the break. After ten rounds a points decision awarded the fight to Sean.
My story this week is memoir. One that comes to mind whenever boxing comes to mind. There is much more to this story than this but 100 words is a small amount to convey the erection of a fence to keep non-paying locals out, the construction of a ring for the fight to take place in, the build up of Philip Kating, a South Pacific golden glove winner and Sean Sullivan, a New Zealander who had come to fight him. Before the first punch was thrown the non payers outside the fence pushed on mass and were soon enjoying the spectacle in the ring as clearly as those who had paid.
Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers and J Hardy Carroll who supplied this weeks photograph.